Houstonian 1987 - The Playing Fields. 1987. Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries. University of Houston Digital Library. Web. March 19, 2018. https://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb/item/25027/show/24754.

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Transcript

7:35pm - Halfway to New Orleans, time for beer and piss
stop.
8:10pm - Hello, New Ohleens! Does anybody know where
we're staying? Guess we could sleep on the street
with the rest of the bums.
8:25pm - O.K. here's a good ol' what's-her-face's apartment,
but where the hell are we supposed to park? Guess
this'll do. Ooops! Yes ma'm, we'll move the van out
of your yard. No ma'am I don't think calling the
police will be necessary.
8:45pm - Here's the trolley, where's Bourbon Street? What do
you mean you don't like crude songs? Are any of
the rest of ya'll offended by our singing? No one
else seems to mind, guess you'll have to catch the
next trolley ma'am.
9:00pm - Bourbon Street at last. Where's the bar? Are we
going to a punk club or a strip joint first? I don't
care, just find me a hurricane.
9:45pm - Oh no! Rob's taking some poor fool's money. Wh( n
are people going to learn that there's a trick to
drinking beer from the top of your head withoi t
using your hands?
3:20am - Just one more beer, and then I'm going home.
5:30am
7:15am -
7:45am -
10:30am
Will you guys shut up! People are trying to slee)
around here. What do you mean you got thrown oi f
Bourbon Street for having too much fun? Thre?
times!?!
I don't want to get up! Give me a beer and pass m ?
those aspirin.
If it's not in the van, it ain't going. Get in the va i
and let's get some breakfast. No, I don't want a bet r
until after we've eaten.
Back in Texas, what a relief. Will you guys shut up
We're trying to get some sleep here. O.K. give m;
another beer.
1:00pm - Home at last! See you guys next week.
Rob Geiger demonstrates his skill in
drinking beer from his head in front
of a Bourbon Street crowd.
First, find an unsuspecting passerby.
Bet him rive bucks you can drink a
beer from your head without using
your hands. Balance the beer on
your head, slowly sit to the ground,
and roll back until you can pick it
up with your feet. Pour the beer
cautiously into your mouth from
your feet and take his money . . .
it's easy!
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